Beverly Shores | Official Thread

[Kbail]

Isla decided that she was going to be tough and not back down. She let out a deep breath, smoothing down her bun. She could hear the sarcasm riddled in Isabella’s tone, and it made her nervous. She had a right to be upset after all since it did look like she was stalking her. Isla had never said that Beverly Shores was a good place to move to, so it definitely looked like she only moved there for her. “Look Isa- i mean… Isabella…I know what this looks like but I moved to Beverly Shores to have a fresh new start. It had nothing to do with you.” Welp that was partly a lie but Isla made sure to have a calm demeanor to not show her true feelings. Deep down she was happy to be exchanging words with her again.

“So yeah, I just wanted to put that out there, But um… I was able to find another celebrity to bodyguard for and that’s been going well. I’ve also still been doing well as an influencer.” Isla awkwardly nodded her head. “What about you? How’s your… Acting career been going…” Isla already knew how her acting career’s been going since she had been keeping updated on her career in the media. She even saw articles that had rumors about a relationship with her costar.

@ChayChay05 - Isabella

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Always in every type of relationship there is one person who loves the other more. Even in a rivalry there’s a person who hates the other less, which also means they love the other more. In this case and at the end of their relationship, that was Dave. See but Dave was missing one big information … All the feelings he had for her right now … That was the good memories he missed, but it was all the bad memories and the reason they broke up in the first place, that he subconciously doesn’t remeber and he doesn’t remeber how alone he felt by the end of their relationship when it became tiresome to work aorund a schedule to be able to see her.
“Oh, the suit?” He asked while looking down at his suit before facing her again and saying “Well I was just matching my … my girlfriend” The words were hard for him to say at first, but when he got it out it became incredibly simple. “Remeber my co-star from the rom com I did in 2018? Yeah, I’m doing another movie with her so we kind of reunited on set and … one thing led to another.” He said. “Yeah, my soccer career is pretty much over because I’m getting too old for it. I can’t play like I used to, but that’s the dillema of every soccer player in their 30s. So, I decided, or more so I was advised, to go back to acting. Who knows, maybe It’ll work, and if it doesn’t I’ll have to find some other job becuase being a soccer player is pretty much over and I can’t go back to it.”

@sunflowerjm - Eva

[Kristi]

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It had seemed, indeed, that at the moment Dejay realized who it was he had helped pick out a fork for, Marco had been waiting for Dejay to notice him, and that had made Dejay’s eyes flush with an expression that appeared quite boyish in its embarrassment. Marco was not offended, of course he was not, but he had been frustrated in waiting so long to be noticed, it seemed, because after all, he did give him a snarky remark to which all Dejay could do was smile as he responded,

“It was not a very gentle man behavior of mine to ignore your presence,” A statement, one followed by an apologetic look, “I’m sorry,” He apologized.

Perhaps Marco had not intended to prompt an apology—it would make sense if he didn’t—but Dejay had always found it better to apologize than not to when someone was visibly bothered by his behavior. It always tended to give them a sense of righteousness, of importance in his life, that Dejay rarely contradicted. “Am I forgiven?” His tone had been light, and his expression amused, all the boyish apologetic nature of his disappearing as he now expressed himself as a man- a man with lightheartedness and jokes of his own.

The jokes, of course, to match the one’s that Marco tended to throw his way. For example, due to Dejay’s accidental ignorance of his presence, Marco had questioned if they truly did know each other and had introduced himself as if they were strangers, but they had done quite a lot of things together to ever be considered strangers. “Dejay Sean Sinclair,” He grinned, playing along with Marco’s ways. “It’s a pleasure to see such a charming face in the party, I worried that it will be tinged with it’s usual dullness,” He had said the last part in a whisper, as if hoping not to be heard by the rest of the crowd.

Of course, Dejay, always the wise, had known that this Thanksgiving Feast shall not be as dull as it usually was- due to the re-appearance of Emiliano, but he said it in a manner as if he truly meant it and he was glad to see Marco, and indeed he was. Marco was a friend to him, and sometimes he was something more.

“Emiliano?” Dejay questioned as Marco pointed out that he looked like he was in a pilot mood back the, asking if there was something to be on the lookout for. “Yes, I was looking out for him, I am his bodyguard after all,” Emilio pointed out. “I don’t know,” Dejay had said in response to Marco asking if Emilio was alright, his tone now dry. “He says he is, I don’t think he is- at least not fully, but he does not want me to pry.” Dejay explained. Something’s fishy, and it’s not the ocean, that was what Marco had said, causing Dejay to chuckle. "Then perhaps it’s the food’,Dejay commented “There is a seafood boil, coming to be served by the waiters,” He said nudging his head towards one of the waiters, “See? mystery solved.”

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@cordyx

[novella]

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For Cameron Audrey Wallace, attending events had become few and far between over the years. Her rare appearances were usually for the promotion of upcoming projects, whether it be her own or to support others. The thrill of these opulent events had expired long ago, a downside of being born in this kind of world. Cameron’s days of careless socialisation and easy camaraderie were long behind her, and it wasn’t something she had any intention of reliving. So when her parents had emphasised to herself and sisters that they attend, Cameron held great reluctance as she prepared to leave for the Thanksgiving Yacht party.

Despite attendance feeling like too much exposure for her desirable private life, Cameron had to trust her parent’s judgement on this occasion. Considering Cameron’s filmography that would be expanding in the upcoming months, even she could agree it wise to show her face. Amongst the many things that she had lost and let go of over the years, her acting career has consistently been something she valued, and she would oblige to whatever would help her continue that.

As Cameron came down the stairs in her chosen gold dress to fit the theme, an endearing voice echoed, “Bye, bye, mommy!!” Speaking of things she valued, her daughter Noa was the best thing she had in her life. Since the moment she was born, everything Cameron did was with her in mind.

“Is that all I get?” She called back playfully with her hands on her hips at Noa, prompting her to get up off the sofa and run over for a hug. Cameron lifted her off her feet in the embrace and wished she could just stay in with her. “Does mommy look okay?” She asked when putting Noa down. “You look like a princess!!” Noa exclaimed excitedly to which Cameron responded with a gasp. “A princess! That’s a lot better than what you said last time,” She told her, as Noa could be brutally honest with some of Cameron’s choices. “Are you and Dara going to have a fun night?” Cameron asked her, with a smile to Dejay’s 16-year old honorary older sister who had agreed to babysit. “Yes, yes, we’re gonna make cupcakes!” Noa informed her with an enthusiastic nod.

Through the window, Cameron could see the limousine pulling into the drive. “Well you better be saving me some!!” She told her as she started to head for the door. “Noa be good, okay? Thank you, Dara,” Cameron said, doing the rounds looking from her daughter to Dejay’s, then back to Noa. “I love you, baby, see you later!”

Cameron stepped into the limo to face Celeste and Claudia. Contrary to what the public are made to believe, this would be the first time in a while she had seen her sisters. The three of them were all booked and busy, with schedules impossible to align. Celeste was the first to break the silence, with a compliment to them both. “And you too, it’s nice to see you both and yourself, Isaac,” Cameron returned, despite her scepticism, nodding to the man beside Celeste who could probably feel the palpable tension as the vehicle began driving. “How’s things going? Taking Flight nearly done?” She asked to both sisters, as upcoming projects was usually the topic of interest between the girls. Cameron tried to keep herself updated on her fellow Wallace’s, but it was always worth checking in for any more insight. “Anything new in the works?”

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@raviola Cely girlie
@CerealKiller Clauds was here
@idiot.exe Isaac who prob needs saving lol
@Kristi Dejay bae

[Kbail]

Beck raised her eyebrows at the mention of Fentanyl rumors. “Uh… What?” She said in a shocked manner. She looked at Emiliano across the room as if she didn’t know who he was. Well, she technically didn’t since he had so many rumors and scandals lately. She remembered the good old days when he was her best buddy and they used to party together. He was so carefree back then. What happened? She thought to herself. “Okay I’m shocked right now honestly. I’ve never heard those rumors before. We actually used to be close so, its just surprising.” She leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. “He wasn’t like this. I feel like I don’t know him anymore to be honest.” She let out a bitter chuckle. It seemed like all these celebrities in the upper Echelon world were hiding secrets and were shady to one another. Now Emiliano had joined the bunch. “So you don’t think its selfish? It’s one thing to get some space but… He abandoned his whole family and wife, and now he’s acting like nothing happened.” She laughed bitterly again. “Look if I was his wife… Lets just say that his face would be sore.” She shook her head again with a smirk.

“Producing going well for you?”

Beck sighed and took another sip of her drink, not able to hide her emotions. “Yes, for the most part. I’ve had some challenges throughout my career, nothing I can’t fix.”

Beck frowned before speaking again.“Have you ever had problems collaborating with people? I mean, you don’t seem like the kind of person who gets in tons of drama and stuff. I’m just curious since that’s what I’m going through right now”

@Kristi - Silas

[CerealKiller]

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The autumn breeze carried the scent of saltwater and luxury as Francisco Ignacio Leone, draped in a pristine white Dior ensemble that accentuated his bronzed complexion and sculpted physique, stepped onto the red carpet that led to the main yacht. It was a crisp afternoon in Beverly Shores, where the annual Thanksgiving Yacht Party unfolded like a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster. Nacho arrived fashionably late, a trademark charm that always kept the paparazzi on their toes. His aura and presence commanding attention from the moment he emerged. His crisp white shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the collar, hinted at the perfect balance of sophistication and effortless charm, he looked every bit the Latin heartthrob that had captured the hearts of millions. As he adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, his signature smoldering gaze scanned the crowd, the flicker of the sunset and a hint of mischief reflecting in his deep brown eyes.

Nacho moved with the grace of a panther, exuding a magnetic charisma that drew both people and cameras to him like moths to a flame. As he stepped onto the deck, the crowd buzzed with excitement, the paparazzi snapping furiously eager to capture the golden boy in his element. He flashed them a dazzling smile, acknowledging their presence with a nod that was both humble and confident,his charisma was undeniable, a magnetic force, every move he made seemed choreographed, a dance of confidence and allure that made him the center of attention without even trying.

As the initial excitement of his entrance began to settle, the whispers and speculations started to swirl among the guests and paparazzi. It was hard not to notice that Nacho had arrived alone, especially at an event of such grandeur. This deviation from his usual image of the doting, picture-perfect couple with Sunny did not go unnoticed. The cameras, always eager for a hint of scandal, caught every moment of his solo arrival, sparking rumors of trouble in paradise.
But despite the speculative whispers, he maintained his charismatic demeanor, as he navigated through the crowd, his smile remained effortlessly charming, his gaze sweeping over familiar faces and new acquaintances alike. He greeted fellow celebrities and longtime friends with a warm embrace or a playful wink, his magnetic presence leaving a trail of smiles in his wake. Champagne flowed freely, and Franco indulged in a glass, the bubbles tickling his senses as he toasted to the festivities and the promise of a memorable evening, all the while keeping an eye out for Sunny.

a glass of chilled champagne in hand as he passed the crowds, the earlier argument lingered in his mind. a missed call, a misunderstanding, and then the icy silence that greeted him in the morning. He had been clueless about what he had done that was possibly this wrong, but our boy was determined to try and enjoy the evening nonetheless. And then he spotted her, surrounded by her two brothers. Wait, two? He blinked, focusing more intently. There was Emilio, Sunny’s brother who had been absent for four years, standing next to her and santi. His eyes slightly widened in surprise, “So the rumors are true.” Nacho mused silently, his brow furrowing slightly before he masked it with a nonchalant smile.
For a moment, Nacho considered walking over, but something held him back. He didn’t want to disrupt their reunion, especially given the tension between him and Sunny. Instead, he decided to bide his time, he hoped to smooth things over with her later, but for now, he decided to fully immerse himself in the evening.

He turned his attention back to the party, weaving through clusters of guests with a casual grace that belied his reputation. And not long passed before he found himself at the bar again, lifting his champagne glass in a casual toast to no one in particular. He took a sip, savoring the bubbles that danced on his tongue. The evening was just beginning, and despite the drama brewing beneath the surface, he intended to enjoy it. As he moved away from the bar, he felt a familiar presence beside him.

“Cece,” he greeted, turning to face his ex-wife, out there in a stunning short white dress that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the yacht’s deck lights. The years had been kind to her, and Francisco couldn’t help but admire how she carried herself with a sense of confidence. “Siempre tan radiante.” he complimented her, his voice smooth and rich like the champagne he sipped. Their relationship had been a whirlwind, filled with passionate highs and tumultuous lows, but they had to find a balance for the sake of their daughter, his beautiful baby girl Lila. “How is Lila?” Nacho inquired, his tone softening with paternal affection. Although he didnt spend as much time with her as he wished, it was clear that his daughter was never far from his mind, even in the midst the glitz and glamour of his public life.

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@raviola Vio
@Caticorn sunny mentioned
@Kristi Emilio briefly mentioned

[sunflowerjm]

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Luka prepared himself for another crazy night; being Claudia’s bodyguard was not easy. With her being one of the most well-known celebrities, there were always fans or paparazzi around her, so he had to make sure he always kept a close eye on her whenever they went anywhere. As they stepped onto the yacht, he made sure to stay close, even protecting Claudia’s sisters. Even though it wasn’t part of his job, he had known this family for a long time, and they had become very important to him, so he did whatever he could to ensure their safety.

”Luka, dear,” he heard Claudia’s voice, “everything seems to be going smoothly. Thank you for keeping an eye out. I think we’ll be alright from here. Enjoy the party.” Luka nodded at her words but still made sure to let her know he’d be close if she needed him.

Taking a moment for himself, he grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Luka scanned the yacht, making sure he was aware of everyone there, though his eyes stopped when he saw the person who made his body tense every time he saw her.

While doing his job earlier, he hadn’t had the time to actually look at her. But now, taking a moment for himself, he couldn’t help but notice how stunning she looked in her dress. It fitted her figure perfectly. Luke couldn’t deny how beautiful he found the one and only Celeste Wallace.

Don’t. Luka thought to himself. He could not look at her with eyes of lust; she was a married woman, for heaven’s sake. So, he shook those thoughts from his head and went back to smoking his cigarette while keeping watch over the Wallace family.

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approachable!

mentioned
@raviola celeste

slightly mentioned
@CerealKiller claudia

[CrazyCaliope]

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Opal took a deep breath, watching as his eyes enlarged after hearing her news, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension until Bennett hugged her. She appreciated his reassurance, yet she knew the weight of her revelation still hung heavily between them. “Thank you, Bennett,” she murmured softly, reflecting a little vulnerability in her voice. "I didn’t plan for this, I didn’t even know it was still possible.

She let his arms envelop her. “I’m scared, but knowing you’re here makes a world of difference.” Partially true. Her mind was racing with worries about her age, career, and doubts about the paternity. There was still a high possibility for the baby was his, so telling him would nothing but trouble. It would be definite to ruin her career and image. She looked up at him with a small, grateful smile. “You’re right. Let’s enjoy tonight and talk more about it later at home or this week, when we’re both ready.”

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@Kate - Bennett - Should we wrap up the conversation?

[Kate]

After Savannah introduced herself to Ezra, he reached his hand out to shake hers so she reached her hand out as well and shook his hand and gave a little smile. Faust answered first and then Ezra added on as well about what made him decide to be a bodyguard. “Ah so you were in the military before, that makes sense in regards to the discipline and structure aspect.”

Faust then spoke again and answered that he hired Ezra almost immediately after the accident to which she nodded her head. Faust also asked Ezra if he ever heard of my music or Blended Beats which was the show on Disney and my first big show. Savannah was actually curious on that answer. “Sorry Faus I think you did mention that earlier before Ezra came over but sometimes right after could be a month after or something along those lines so I was not sure if it was like the next day or weeks after, because I am sure it took time to find a bodyguard that you like and trust.” Savannah looked back at Ezra again “Well Ezra, Faust is a great guy, so you are lucky to be working for him.”

@Tina.G - Ezra
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Faust

Violet thanks him even though she did not need to. They were family after all and what type of man would not be there for there significant other, even though there are those type of people. He noticed her voice go softer showing a little of her vulnerability. “Anytime and I know I did not think it was possible either, but guess it is. I know your scared, I am to a little.”

Violet also smiled and mentioned that we can talk about it later and to enjoy the night. “Sure love, why don’t you go say hi to some of your friends and I will go chill with mine for a bit and we can find each other again in a little bit or when we are ready to leave.”

@CrazyCaliope - Violet (yup now you can go and have Opal leave/ talk to whoever

[CrazyCaliope]

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Quincy took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure despite the cyclone of emotions stirring inside. Ze smiled politely at Helen, though inside, hir anxiety flared at Tommy’s reaction to Helen’s words. It was clear from his smile and the way he looked at Helen that there was a connection there, one that Quincy had anticipated was there but hoped that it wasn’t. Again, ze was wrong and had been let down by hir own hopes. As Helen and Tommy exchanged appreciative words, Quincy’s mind raced. Ze felt a pang of discomfort, suddenly aware of how close Helen and Tommy seemed to have become professionally and perhaps personally. Was ze a third wheel? Ze sipped hir Old Fashioned, trying to appear calmer than ze felt.

“It sounds like you have quite the journey ahead of you in this new chapter of your career,” Quincy finally spoke, with carefully neutral tone. Ze glanced between Tommy and Helen. “If you need a peer, whose experienced life and working here, feel free to get in contact.” Ze looked at Tommy. “I’m sure Tommy still has my number, or if not, he knows a way to get it.”
Quincy was fidgeting a little more intently with hir dress hem. “Excuse me for a moment,” Quincy asked politely with a smile, as ze looked around for a more open space. “I think I need some fresh air. I hope that’s okay? You both seem like you need to talk just you anyway.”

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@Tina.G - Helen
@ChayChay05 - Tommy

Sorry guys, playing to character, it’s getting too much for Quincy.

[ChayChay05]

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Isabella smiled at Isla. When Isla called her Isa it was sweet. She did love that nickname. She listened to Isla talk carefully. As Isla said she wasn’t there for Isabella she shook her head as in saying okay. However, a little part of her wasn’t so sure if that was true. “Well I hope you get a good fresh start. Since that’s what you came here for.” The last part of what Isla said kind of stung a bit. It had nothing to do with you Isabella replayed it in her head. She couldn’t let it show that those words pained her just a bit.

So, Isabella smiled as Isla talked more. She listened to her as she took a sip of her drink. She thought about the times they shared in the past as they stood here face to face. She hadn’t seen or heard from Isla since the breakup. So, this was a little awkward to her, but she wasn’t going to let it show. “Well that’s awesome you got a new celeb to work for. I hope they treat you right. Glad to hear the influencing is going well as well.'” She smiled and took another sip of drink before responding about her career. Anyone could easily know how it was going if they pay attention to social media. “I’m doing great thanks. Oh, my career is going strong still. One of my movies are in theaters now, one just finished filming and about to start filming on another one. So been a very busy person.” She smiled big at Isla. Part of her missed Isla, and the other part of her was kind of happy it was over.

@Kbail - Isla

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

Faust was surprised to learn Ezra was in the millitary before, but still he nodded as if he knew. Truth be told, he was slightly embarrased for hiring somebody and not knowing anything about them. He hated people who never looks the staff that work for them in the eyes long enough to remeber things about him, so of course he didn’t want to be a person like that. He knew it wasn’t the case with Ezra, that he wanted to know him and trust him, and that it was Ezra’s fault for not wanting to share, but it still left him feeling closer to a boss who doesn’t care about his employees, and he always loved his job more when people working for him and over him were friends and family, like AJ and him working together. However, Faust was also priviledge, even though he never realized it. He got his big break in high school and although he’s kept his integrity and his kind nature, he’s never had to work a job that sucks or that he hated where he couldn’t afford to leave the job. All his jobs so far were about something he was passionate about and he never experienced anything else, so he never knew how lucky he was. He should let Ezra be a stranger if he wants to be, but Faust being so priviledged doesn’t understand that he’s not entitled to have a job or an employee that has to be friendly with him.
Savannah complimented him, so Faust blushed. It was an innocent, blush, not one where he desired anything more with Sav becuase he always saw her as a sister since she grew right before his eyes, anything more would feel disgusting to him. He responded to her though, letting them both know he’s not ashamed of getting flustered at the compliment. “Aww shucks, Savy you think I’m a great guy? That means a lot coming from a fellow great person!” He turned to Ezra and quickly changed the subject before the nautious ‘No you’re the best, no you’re the best!’ type of conversation would ensue, knowing how Sav and Faust felt about each other. He always wanted to do a duet with her of the song ‘You’re the best’ from ‘Anyting Goes’ since the song was so perfect for the two of them. Two friends hyping eahc other up. However he would hate such an interaction in plain talk, so he decided to switch the conversation. “So what are you drinking Ezra? It’s a hot day you need a refreshement. And you Savy, put your order with me and I’ll bring it back. I’m going to get something for me anyways.” Actually, he wasn’t planning on going anywhere yet, but he felt like Ezra might feel awkward when Sav and Faust talk about how great the other party is, and he felt like Ezra might want to retreat further into his shell form such an awkward conversation, which is even nausiating for himself, let alone for Ezra. That’s why after getting their orders, he was free to dissapear for a while, maybe get a drink, and give Ezra a more comfortable intro to society. After all, Faust feels like even after getting rid of his new fears, he would still keep a bodyguard around, so Ezra might have to be introduced to a lot more people, especially when … if … he returns to Broadway. The thought of “if” being a possibility, that is, there being a possibility of never returning to Broadway, that thought made him want to get a drink, even though it was early.

@Kate - Savannah
@Tina.G - Ezra
(He’ll return shortly, but for a post or two, he will be approachable)

[CerealKiller]

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Yo, it was that time of year again! Miles Carter rolled up to the Beverly Shores Thanksgiving Yacht Party like he owned the place, and honestly, he practically did. Dressed head-to-toe in a fresh white Dior suit, sharp as a razor, but laid-back enough to show he ain’t trying too hard. He moved with the confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was. His look was clean but with a street edge, white kicks to match, a diamond-studded gold chain that caught the light just right, and shades that hid his eyes but not his swagger.
Stepping onto the yacht, sunglasses on, flashing that million-dollar smile that made him a favorite with fans and paparazzi alike. Cameras clicked furiously as he greeted people, but he handled it like a pro, tossing a wink here, a peace sign there. To him, these events were as much about socialising with people as they were about showing off. He knew how to work a crowd, blending genuine charm with just the right amount of flash.

The scene was pure luxury, yacht gleaming under the setting sun, a crowd of A-listers mingling with the neighbourhood regulars, all against the backdrop of the shimmering ocean. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mixed with the chill rhythm of live music. The night air was filled with the scent of gourmet food and the distant, salty tang of the sea. The vibe was electric, a mix of laid-back luxury and the cool liveliness that Miles brought with him everywhere he went. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, raising it in a silent toast to the night, the city, and this wild journey.

He dapped up a few fellow producers, exchanged nods with some A-listers he’d collaborated with, and cracked a joke with the paparazzi he knew by name. Miles was cool like that, never too high and mighty to forget where he came from. Sure, he’s rich, famous, all that jazz. But he’s still got that ATL street vibe running deep in his veins. It’s what gave him that raw, unfiltered energy that made his beats slam harder than a heavyweight champ. Despite the wealth and fame, Miles still had that realness, that ability that played a part in making him one of, if not the most successful producer in the scene
As he mingled, Miles couldn’t help but think about Santi, his client ad most importantly his boyy and homie. Rumors swirled about Santiago’s brother, Emilio, making a comeback. Man, he hadn’t seen Santi’s big bro in years, but after four years who would have expected that? Miles wondered how Santiago was holding up, if the rumors were true, what did that mean for Santi? Was he cool with it, or was there tea brewing?

Taking a moment to himself, Miles sauntered over to the railings, where the city lights danced on the water below. He lit up a spliff, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, letting the stress of the day melt away with each puff. The music played in the background, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of his thoughts. Tonight wasn’t just about schmoozing and networking; it was a chance to unwind, it was about celebrating success, embracing the grind. Celebrating another year of hard work and hustle.
As he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night, Miles knew one thing for sure: tonight was about to be fcking legendary, and he was right where he belonged.

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@raviola Santi mentioned

[Kristi]

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In Beverly Shores, one must always expect the unexpected, Naomi had come to learn. It was the first thing Naomi had learned when she arrived in Beverly Shores, and she would admit—she didn’t understand what people meant by that. Not at first, of course. After all, in all aspects of life, shouldn’t you already expect the unexpected? So what made Beverly Shores a place where that had to be emphasized?

Slowly, though, Naomi began to understand the statement, and she could now attest to its truth. In Beverly Shores, you should always expect the unexpected. For example, the return of Emiliano De La Cruz to Beverly Shores was definitely unexpected, and it had led to the entire table being silent. That silence, however, was destined to be short-lived because, of course, Beverly Shores could not stand silent for long.

Naomi considered getting a drink, but Santiago, Sunny, and Emiliano had already stood up to get theirs. It would look strange if she followed them, wouldn’t it? But she wanted a drink- sigh. Perhaps if she was accompanied by someone to get a drink, it would look less like she was eavesdropping and more like she was having fun with someone. But who should she go with?

Naomi slumped in her chair, scanning the room with an almost imperceptible sigh. Her eyes flitted over the familiar faces, each engaged in their own conversations. She dismissed a few possibilities—a nodding acquaintance here, an ex fling on the side, an old rival there—before her gaze landed on Henderson.

He was standing near the drink area, his tall frame and composed demeanor making him easily identifiable. Henderson, a bodyguard for the Wallace family—Claudia Wallace, if she remembered correctly. She didn’t know his first name, but there had always been a particular attraction she felt towards him whenever she saw him. His presence was steady, a rock amidst the often tumultuous sea of Beverly Shores’ social scene.

Naomi straightened up, a determined glint in her eyes. Henderson was the perfect candidate. She didn’t know whether or not he would particularly accept getting drinks with her, but even if he doesn’t and she goes alone, perhaps people might think she was sad at being rejected and drinking her pain away-the media already had a tendency to accuse her of desperation after all. She stood up, smoothing her dress as she walked towards him, her movements graceful and deliberate.

“Henderson,” she greeted as she approached, her voice warm and inviting. “It’s a bit suffocating in here, isn’t it?” She asked, trying to move the conversation as she tilted her head slightly. “I was thinking that a nice drink would be appropriate for the tense air here and it’s always better to drink with company, so can you be my company?” She asked, her eyes pleading, “I’m sure Claudia would not notice or mind.”

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@sunflowerjm

mentioned:
@CerealKiller - claudia

[Tina.G]

“Here you go Helen.” Helen smiled at him, nodding her head in appreciation. * “Helen, Quincy is my ex.” Oh.* Helen felt a bit awkward again. It was rather abrupt, and now she hoped she hadn’t intruded on their conversation. Were they on good terms? Did they still like like each other? Scene worse, did they hate each? Helen courteously smiled, even if it was slightly wobbly. She didn’t know how to respond to him. Tommy was smiling at them.

“It sounds like you have quite the journey ahead of you in this new chapter of your career,” Helen felt like the air shifted. She hoped it hadn’t been her presence alone. “If you need a peer, who’s experienced life and working here, feel free to get in contact.” Ze looked at Tommy. “I’m sure Tommy still has my number, or if not, he knows a way to get it.” Helen knew a fellow worrier. She subtly noticed Quincy’s hand, but made no move to point it out. She didn’t want to make Quincy, who probably felt uncomfortable already, to feel more exposed. “Excuse me for a moment, … I think I need some fresh air. I hope that’s okay? You both seem like you need to talk just you anyway.” Helen nodded, “alright,” she said, a little clipped. Her brows scrunched, Helen decided to try a subtlety apologize. “And Quincy, don’t apologize at all! We were getting a bit off-topic anyway. You’re right, we should probably wrap this up for now. I’m just glad we were able to meet today.” She smiled at Quincy, hoping that sounded alright.

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@ChayChay05 Tommy
@CrazyCaliope Quincy

[Caticorn]

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Sunny was sitting at her vanity, putting on her jewellery when she heard her boyfriend come into the room. He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders as if he were about to massage them, but she shrugged them off almost instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You should know what.” She shot back, standing up and taking her blazer off of its hanger, putting it on as she left the room. Her heels clacked loudly against the floor as she made her way through the house.

“Wait, are you mad at me?” She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his obliviousness.

“What do you think?”

“At least tell me why.”

“Figure it out yourself. I’m going to my brother’s” Those were her final words to him before she slammed the door shut and walked to her brother’s house, hoping to catch him and Eva before they left.

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As she got out of the car with her brother and Eva, she acknowledged the presence of the paparazzi with a quick bow of her head and a small wave before shielding her eyes from the camera flashes and walking with only her final destination in mind. She tried to block out the things they were saying but some questions still caught her ear.

“Sunny, why didn’t you arrive with Nacho?”

“Sunny, over here! How did Santiago respond to your collaboration with Saint?”

“Your fans are wondering when you’re going to release your next album, is there anything you can tell us about that?”

She wanted to fire back ‘never’ just to shut them up but she much preferred her strategy of keeping her gaze down and saying nothing to them. This was how she had been instructed to behave around paparazzi during her time with Cloud9 and she continued to use it because it felt familiar and it worked. She would also be lying. She had never intended to take this long a break. This was the longest she had gone without releasing music in more than 10 years and it felt strange. She just hadn’t felt up to it after Emilio disappeared and Matias died.

They finally escaped the paparazzi as they climbed the stairs onto the vessel. Once they were on board, Sunny marvelled at the splendour of not only the venue but also the gorgeous fashions of the guests. If anything, the residents of Beverly Shores knew how to dress to impress. She watched the ocean as she followed her brother to where Winslie was sitting. When they got closer, they discovered that they had all been assigned seats around the woman, with Sunny being sat across from her. She smiled, greeting Winslie as the group got caught up. She smiled at their teasing her about her hypothetical next album but as soon as she felt herself settling into the environment, she heard a voice that made her tense up. One she had been starting to doubt she would ever hear again until Santiago had sent her a trailer for the latest film starring Emilio De La Cruz. A film that neither of them knew was being made.

“Hope someone saved a seat for me?”

Sunny glared at Emiliano as he sat down, greeting both her and Santiago as if it had only been days since they had last seen him. She watched Santi out of the corner of her eye, deciding that she would wait to see how he reacted and then follow his lead.

“We’ve got a lot to catch up on, Emilio…Maybe over some drinks, so I’ll go find a waiter. You can join me if you want.”

She watched as Santiago stood up and walked away. She excused herself seconds later, following her eldest brother. She didn’t want to stay with Emilio without him and she also didn’t think Santi should be alone right now. She followed him to the inside of the boat, walking past servers leaving the room. She approached him calmly, putting her hand gently on his arm as a sympathetic gesture.

“Emilio’s an a*s.” She said as she leaned against him. She wasn’t sure if it would make him feel any better but she definitely felt better saying it. No matter what happened, they shouldn’t have found out about him coming back at the same time as everyone else. Yet she deliberately used his stage name, as if it was Emilio the actor who did this to them and not Emiliano their brother.

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@Kristi - Emilio

@raviola - Santiago

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@CerealKiller - Francisco
@sunflowerjm - Eva
@Madilnel - Winslie

[Kbail]

Blake smiled at Lucy, he felt like he was enjoying their conversation a lot. “Yeah my acting career has kind of been… on the out’s lately with my fans so I just said, you know what, I’ll throw them a little bone and get in another action movie.” He chuckled a little while taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. *“I don’t even think anyone liked my comedy movies. Did you see any of them? Haha, they always got bad reviews.” He shook his head. “- but you know, hopefully these days I can turn public opinion around a little.”

When Lucy said that she was thinking of doing a pop and rock duet he felt genuinely happy for her. “That’s great! I think you would do really well in that kind of genre, plus you already have the look for rock already.” He winked at her. He couldn’t help himself.

“By the way how’s everything going with your family? Do you have enough time to spend with them or are you always on the road?” Blake thought about how he doesn’t have a family yet and how he has always focused on his acting career so he wondered what was going on in her life.

@ChayChay05 - Lucy

[ChayChay05]

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Tommy could tell something was bothering Quincy. Maybe ze sensed his feelings for Helen. However, Tommy couldn’t allow himself to fall for a client. Not now anyway. Tommy noticed Quincy fidgeting and he knew something was wrong. He didn’t want to bring it up though and have hir feel worse. So, he just watched hir carefully as the conversation was going. As soon as ze said “I think I need some fresh air. I hope that’s okay? You both seem like you need to talk just you anyway.” Tommy knew for sure something was wrong. he was worried about Quincy.

He looked over at Helen who was speaking back to Quincy now. Helen said “And Quincy, don’t apologize at all! We were getting a bit off-topic anyway. You’re right, we should probably wrap this up for now. I’m just glad we were able to meet today.” Tommy was confused by this a little. He didn’t want Quincy to leave. However, he thought maybe Helen wanted her to, or maybe Helen was just trying to help Quincy feel better. He stood there stuck for a moment. It felt like a while before he actually spoke.

He looked to Quincy. “Hey Quin, you, okay?” He asked first and paused just for a moment. He didn’t want hir to leave. He took a deep breath. He knew how to calm this down or so he thought. He looked at Helen. “So, Helen where is your boyfriend Dave at?” Tommy really hoped this would help. Yes, it’s true he had feelings for Helen, but he wouldn’t allow that to be known.

Tommy then looked back at Quincy. He moved closer to hir. Then he lowered his voice as he spoke to hir. “You don’t have to go Quincy, unless you want to. I mean I don’t want you to feel you have to stay here and talk with me if you don’t want to. I can understand needing fresh air, but we are outside on a Yacht. You are surrounded by fresh air Quin.” He pleaded with hir. He wasn’t sure if it would work but he had to try. He had to try to get hir to stay.

Yes, sure it was a little awkward for everyone, but he didn’t want to hurt either of their feelings. He then straightened up and stood tall as he took another sip of his drink. He knew he was being awkward even though he wasn’t trying to. He didn’t understand why he had to have feelings for both of them. This was his first-time seeing Quincy since their breakup and when they started talking even though it was awkward… His feelings for Quincy came flooding back. He really did love Quincy so much. He wished he knew better how to navigate these feelings for both these amazing people.

On the one hand he had Helen. His client, his friend. She was beautiful, confident, and so sweet. On the other hand, he had his ex-Quincy. Ze was amazing, beautiful, and oh so brave. Sure, they had their issues in their relationship but to Tommy that only made them stronger. Tommy slipped back into the breakup. His mind carried him away as he stood there in front of Quincy and Helen.

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MEMORY

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It was eight months ago. It was in May. Quincy and Tommy had just left an event. They went back to Tommy’s house. It was a little of a year of them being together. Tommy was so in love with Quincy and loved Quincy so much and loved Quincy being at his house that while they were sitting on the sofa watching some tv. Tommy asked hir to close hir eyes. He then got up and went and grabbed a little box. It looked like a ring box. However, inside the box was a key to his house. He went back over to Quincy on the sofa. He got down on hir leave. He had the biggest smile on his face. He held out the box and told hir to open hir eyes. He then handed hir the box. Quincy opened it and was shocked. Ze asked him what it was to. Tommy said, “Well my house of course, move in with me?” Quincy shut the box quickly. Ze was not happy at all. Ze said to Tommy, “It’s too soon to move in.” Then one thing led to another, and they got into a huge fight with Tommy ending the conversation at the front door by saying “Maybe we should call it quits, end it here.” Then Quincy’s response cut Tommy deep even though he said it first. he never thought ze would agree. Quincy said “Maybe we should.” Ze then slammed the door on hir way out.

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Back to Reality

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Tommy stood there in a daze for a few moments after shaking they memory out his head. It was the worst night of his life. While the breakup was mutual, it still broke Tommy’s heart. He actually hadn’t dated anyone since their breakup. Helen was the first person he even remotely had feelings for. It wasn’t like he was in love with Helen… was he??? He shook his head again trying not to get lost in his mind racing so much. He looked to Quincy, “I understand if you want to be done talking to me. Given out last conversation before today.” He took a deep breath and took a huge gulp of his drink. The glass was almost empty again. He knew that Quincy knew him pretty well just like he knew hir pretty well. Sometimes he was just clueless on things happening when he is in his own mind as he also is talking to people.

@CrazyCaliope omg. this was a tough one to write. Hope you like it though
@Tina.G Hope Helen doesn’t get upset
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@LunaticLeviTheSecond Dave

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Lucy smiled and listened to everything that Blake said about his career. She always felt the sparks when they got together. She couldn’t deny that there was some major chemistry and sexual tension there between them. She giggled here and there. “Well your action movies are the best. I mean you flying through the air in those scenes. jumping from cars and stuff. It’s awesome for sure.” She smiled at him then he talked about his comedy movies. “I’ve seen a few. They weren’t that bad. I mean I’ve seen worse for sure.” She took a sip of her drink and then moved her hand closer to his. " I’m sure you will turn the public’s opinion around. You are amazing regardless of what they think." She gave him a flirty look.

Luc couldn’t help but giggle when he said she had the look of a rock star. “Well you aren’t wrong about that; with these tattoos I do have the rock look down.” She giggled and leaned a little closer as she pushed him playfully. “At least I look good in the rock style, and how hard can it be to sing pop or rock? I mean I can. I just have always loved country music better than anything else. Guess it’s the Georgia Peach in me.” She giggled again. She really did enjoy flirting with Blake, even if nothing would ever come of it. Part of her hoped something would happen between them. However, she knew the reality of the situation was she was married, and some people had a problem with that. Even though she isn’t in love with him, for her image however she acts like she is more in love with him than anything. Maybe that’s why some people were iffy about it.

Lucy took a deep breath as he asked about the family. There were so many secrets. So many lies. So much crap. She thought for a moment before speaking. Her demeanor changed just slightly but she hoped it wasn’t enough for Blake to notice. “Everything… Everything is going… it’s going okay.” She said then took a kind of big gulp of her drink before continuing “I get to spend a good bit of time with them. I miss the kids like crazy when I go on tour and I’m away, but I video call them every night before my shows to make sure I tell them goodnight. I can’t believe the twins are twelve now and little Kameron is seven now.” Part of her wanted more kids. She just wasn’t sure if she wanted them with her husband.

Her husband and her had been married for fourteen years. She thought he only married her because she got pregnant with Cindy their fourteen-year-old. Yes, it’s true she did grow to love him; however, she wasn’t in love with him and never has been in love with him. She knew though that divorce wasn’t a good look for a celebrity. Her producer Miles probably could help her spin it too looks good in her favor. However, Steven was also a famous producer. So, she was scared… “So what’s on your mind right now?” she asked him with a seductive look and smile. She didn’t like what was going through her mind and wanted to get back to the flirty stuff with him.

@Kbail Blake I hope this is okay and that you like it
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@sunflowerjm Miles

[cordyx]

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There was always a certain entertainment in the antics of Dejay and his actions from the day they met. True enough, it was once formal until they properly knew each other; he could never really be mad at Dejay and the way he would apologize for all those certain embarrassments. If only a blush were in Marco’s inventory, he could even make his embarrassment a feature in his face. Naturally, he had nothing to say but a girlish giggle at his statement and apology. He had given him time to at least regain that certain suave energy he needs, but Marco certainly doesn’t mind both, and with his lighter tone reappearing, he grinned, “You’re a good book in my eyes, cover and content.” With a subtle wink and sparkle, he assumed his position and lightly drank from the glass of champagne.

In usual fashion, he played along with his foolishness as he walked around the fence, acting as coquettishly subtle as possible. Avoiding too much contact with him, Marco played around with his fingers, as if fidgeting with a glove from his hands as if they were there. With a calmer tone, he matched his subtleness by saying, “Charmed. Usually men don’t wear sequins from head to toe unless they want to look comically bad for a role. Not my fault Elton John and Liberace are their main inspiration; these actors don’t even value and understand their camp.” As if enticing for a catch, Marco got closer as he whispered with a pretend girlish attitude, as if telling gossip from one another, “Isn’t this the part where you kiss my hand and I’d swoon like crazy?” With a deeper voice, he lingered on with his act, “If only I had the power to ask for your number again and again, now that’s a load of charming stories I could tell at numerous parties.”

As if nothing had ever happened, he returned to his usual seating as he took another sip with satisfaction. With a cheeky smile, he shrugged, “With anonymity, of course.”

With the tone being as different as the introduction, he expected the atmosphere to go down dry as soon as a topic of his would be discussed, like a casual talk about the weather. As expected, he got nothing out of Dejay about Emilio. Naturally, even their closest friends won’t know their inner turmoil. He was curious. Simply curious. He had met a different man a few years ago, and now word comes of his reappearance, like an artist with a rebranding in music. Keeping his tone light, despite his face already creasing, he went back to talking about his career. “Interesting. I haven’t had contact with him in a while, and he’s starting to bother me by postponing meetings to continue the f^cking portfolio. Honestly, I’m a busy man and am out here making a living as well.” Keeping face with the decision on keeping his sunny disposition, he gave a crooked smile with a tone slightly reeking of a demand: “Tell Mr. Golden Boy, a certain seamstress is looking for another fitting and needs to finish it pronto. He’ll know who said it.”

To his surprise, Dejay also had a trick on his sleeve to scurry the conversation into another, as Marco was left dumbfounded by his comment. Looking at the seafood boil, he had nothing to do but laugh alongside his chuckles. A playful roll in his eyes began to direct into Dejay’s direction as he voiced out his opinions on seafood. “Ugh, and I hope the next time the seafood here will be well seasoned.” Going closer to Dejay, he had an anecdote on his last experience as he chuckled on the predicament, “Did you know, I ordered lobster thermidor in a chic restaurant and tasted nothing but raw sea. I couldn’t even finish the meal, and it cost me a fortune.” With a bewildered face, he nudged him as he continued on with his story, “They’re lucky they know how to make risotto, or my ancestors would’ve come down and slapped me for eating an abomination of a dish.”

With the boil served to the table, Marco patiently awaited another set of appetizers as he looked in Dejay’s direction once more. How weird. He claims to be a stylist and has not yet taken pleasure in making comments on one’s fashion. Looking up and down and seeing a plain suit, he did nothing but pucker his lips and sit back in his chair properly. As he was about to grab a piece, he halted and made a comment on his seatmate’s outfit: “You look… acceptable today. I don’t really blame you, however, since you know. Bodyguard. You could loosen up the collar since you look like a five-year-old on Sunday service.” With clean hands, he pulled his collar so as to give it a looser look, feeling the crisp collar of the shirt. Starched, as expected from a respectable man. After fixing his suit, he sat back and continued, “Does Emilio have a strict dress code in a bodyguard’s suit? If so, I’m going to say a few words about workplace freedom. Have you seen Beyoncé’s bodyguard? Woof, that’s a man who knows his body.” Thinking for a moment, however, he had thought that ‘no, not all of the outfits Julius wore were a good choice.’ With a sour look on his face, he gave a friendly smile as a way of apology for his rough comments, “Well, we’re not all blessed with a good fashion day. I would exempt Beyoncé, but she wore that crusty microbang.”

With the appetizers finally served, he grabbed a few of the cheese sticks and beef skewers on his plate. There was a certain guilt, however, feeling as though he had spoken too much with little to no breathing space for Dejay. In a valiant effort to know about his day, he gave him a nervous smile as he wondered the best way to speak about him and only him: “Gosh, I made it all about me that I haven’t even asked a lick about you! How are you doing, Dejay? All well?”

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@Kristi | Dejay

[CrazyCaliope]

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Opal nodded, feeling both grateful and uncertain. “Thank you, Bennett. It means a lot to me.” She squeezed his hand gently before letting go. “Yes, mingling is a good idea. But in a moment, I need a second, and I’ll catch up with people in a bit." She was still twirling her hair around her finger. "Yes, let’s meet up before we leave.”

Opal took a moment to collect herself, closing her eyes, waiting to feel the couch lift to tell her Bennett had moved away. When he had, she sank back into the couch, letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. She tried to calm her racing thoughts. The room buzzed with chatter, but felt distant and muted compared to how loud her thoughts were.

After a few moments, Opal smoothed out her dress, took a deep breath, and glanced around the room. She knew she couldn’t sit here forever, but maybe only a few more minutes as she looked for someone to talk with.

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@Kate - Bennett - Thank you (wink)

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